'Tis Thine alone, almighty Name, To raise the dead to life, The lost inebriate to reclaim From passion's fearful strife. What ruin hath intemperance wrought How widely roll its waves! How many myriads hath it brought To fill dishonored graves! And see, O Lord, what numbers still Are maddened by the bowl, Led captive at the tyrant's will In bondage, heart and soul. Stretch forth Thy hand, O God, our King And break the galling chain; Deliverance to the captive bring, And end the usurper's reign. The cause of temperance is Thine own; Our plans and efforts bless; We trust, O Lord, in Thee alone To crown them with success
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